Sometimes, I just sit and watch my fingers aggressively bend, straighten and whip left and right as they fight to click on the keys. Everything sounds too fast and too angry because the keys are being clicked at almost the same time- something which drives my family crazy, “Roba! Calm down!”. I am calm, but my fingers somehow take a life of their own; an angry life, a life faster and more caustic than that of my own persona, though admittedly, I am an aggressive person- impatinent, with a very low attention span, and generally quite dainty.
I think it’s all so hypnotizing.
I type with three fingers- four if you count my lefthand thumb whose job is to do all the spacing. Everything other than the spacing is handled with three fingers on my left hand: the index finger, the middle finger, and the ring finger. My right hand rests at the mouse and the occassional clicks on “Backspace” and “Enter” (for a live preview, check out video above). I guess I have Adobe to thank for that. Ctrl + T plus moving the mouse around, and well, the Dallal’s for passing on the genes for long fingers.
I was so young when I learned how to type, way, way before I had any idea what the internet was. My dad got us a personal computer in the early 90’s with a Wordprocessor, and I used to write, write, and write. I’m so glad blogging came along, at least all the stuff I write don’t get lost now. I can’t even work the floppy disks that containt my early blabberings anymore.
Does anyone else type with one hand? :P